Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 7

Flufftober day 7 prompt: Dancing

Every Christmas Eve the Joestar family would host their annual winter ball and every year only the most regal and noble families would be invited. Almost every year when you would arrive, you would always notice that the Joestar boys would be standing in a corner and never seemed to ever dance with anyone that attended or anyone that they could have chosen to invite, but they never did invite anyone. One year, Jonathan had invited Erina but after Dio had bothered her and teased her the whole evening and well into the night, after that year she never once showed up to another event where there was the chance of the blond being there to bother her.

Even with the knowlegde that if you were to attend, it would end up the same as every year, with you running and hiding from the blond after falling victim to his pestering and flustering the whole evening. Knowing that you were soon to fall victim once again, the sitiation becoming just as much of a tradition as the dance itself. Preparing for what the night is sure to hold, you quickly get dressed into you presumed most formal atire and wait for your family's coach to arrive, and then to travel with the evening light to iluminate the features on your face and the details on your outfit.

Stepping out of the coach, you cinch your over coat tighter around your body, the chill air gusting across the landscape, the freshly fallen snow kicking up with the wind. The night's sky was a shade of dark gray with the winter's clouds, small specks of white falling from them, the snowflakes dancing around in the wind and finding a home within your hair. The small specks of the frozen water twirling around your face, creating the atmosphere of the peaceful Christmas Eve that each year's ball captured and released out back into the air. A small smile finds a home on your face as you enter the family's home, making your way into the main room and preparing for the constant teasing from the young blond.

Standing in the corner, the same corner that you would take up every year. And then the blond started to make his way over to the corner you were standing in, his arms creating the same cage that would trap you every year. Dropping his head down to the same level as your ear, and whisper the same sweet nothings that he would tell you every year, small sounds escaping the barriers of your lips, the sounds pleasing the blond. "You always know exactly how to do it, how to please me, time and time again. (Y/N), you always know my little weaknesses despite me never having told you. You always know just how to turn me on, just how to make me moan."

Finally fed up with the blond's tormenting, you grab him by the chin and you slam your lips into the male's, a noise that was a mix of both pleasure and surprise leaves the caveren behind the blond's lips. Pulling away, the two of you panting, a red tint present on the cheeks of both of you. "Leave.. me alone, Dio.." Walking away from the now flustered blond, you make your way over to where his adopted brother stood. "Good, someone finally stood up to him. Can I interest you in a dance, (Y/N)?" Taking Jonathan's hand, you make your way out into the middle of the floor, and the both of your dancing hand in hand, until neither of you could dance any longer.